Chapter 53

Styx walked through the silent corridor with no idea of where he was heading to. He had returned back to the palace with Karl and at that particular moment he was lost.

Frederick's words kept playing on his mind and he still wasn't able to understand the words he said to him.

He kept walking and finally reached the end of the corridor where his painting with Ama was placed. He stood in front of the painting, admiring the picture and he felt a kind of pain in his heart.

He could remember vividly how happy she was when they were both taking the painting. She was happy and the emotions in her eyes...was something he would never be able to forget.

Styx reached out his hand towards the painting, caressing it. How would it have been, if Ama wasn't thirsty for power? Would she still be with him now and would they have been happy with their little child?

Styx was feeling different kinds of emotions, those that he himself found difficult to explain. Even though the child wasn't his, he had